28 June 2009

Free movies: Dead Again

On Hulu: Dead Again is the film that first made me fall in love with Emma Thompson and Kenneth Branaugh. Their personal lives have been something of a disappointment, but this film shows the amazing chemistry they had, and Branaugh's talents as a director. Rated R for violence, I suppose.
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Let's talk about sex

I'll admit it: I'm just plain confused about sex.

I mean, people want the Church and the Government to stay out of their bedrooms, but they also want public recognition and protection for their sexual behaviors, such as lower ages of consent, free access to condoms and other contraception, and so on. The phrase "comprehensive sex education" seems to mean "focusing on contraception rather than the full workings human reproduction." I think the best example is the desire to get married, and also insisting on the right of no-fault divorce. (To those who see the same-sex marriage movement as a huge threat to marriage, I say: we haven't had that spirit here since 1969.) Honestly, I'm not quite sure what the point of marriage is when fornication is widely accepted or even encouraged, and divorce is an easy option at any time.

I'm also confused because friends of mine seem to want to keep their sex lives private, but at the same time want to define themselves according to their sexual behavior. This is most obvious in the "gay rights" movement, in which "coming out" is a sort of defining moment in a person's life: it's a public declaration of what someone does in his or her private life, which no one has a right to know or question, but which everyone must publicly acknowledge and support. It just seems kind of schizophrenic to me.

This has come home to me personally in recent days. I'm a Roman Catholic, and do my best to keep the moral teaching of the Church, i.e., sexual intercourse and behaviors belong within the marital relationship without exception. I'm not perfect, but I also make no excuses for my failures and I do my best to change my habits and behavior. Since college days, I've had lots of friends -- sometimes my closest friends -- who in one way or another have believed or acted differently from the Catholic teachings. Sometimes we'd talk about it, sometimes not. It didn't seem a big deal to me, not really my business.

But in the past year or so, I've had to face a number of people on exactly this issue. Some are people in active sexual relationships outside of marriage who nonetheless receive -- and even distribute -- communion in church. Some are people who are entering into marriage (or domestic partnerships) with unreliable people or for unwise reasons. I've heard of (though not witnessed myself) priests who advise couples to "try each other out" before marriage, or to explore same-sex attractions by engaging in same-sex intercourse.

More often than people in such situations come to me directly, mutual friends approach me to talk about them. It's hard to draw the line between commiserating or sharing advice and gossip in such situations. That's why I'm being so vague about persons and situations. But they ask me what to do, and they say things like, "We can't just talk to them about it." I reply, "Why not?" And they say, "But it's private." In other words, the "private" and "public" aspects of sex and marriage are interfering with each other, and are as confusing for other people as they are for me.

I don't have any final answers, of course. I don't advocate creating an equal sign between Roman Catholic teaching and U.S. law. At the same time, I believe that there is a natural law that describes the proper role of human sexual expression, and that should be reflected in the civil laws of every nation. I think it's no coincidence that every human culture has some kind of marital customs and regulations.

But I would begin by bringing the whole sex discussion out of the shadows. Let's talk about sex without euphemisms. Let's really look at what is public and what is private about sexual relationships, and why. It amazes me, for example, that in a class on fertility awareness methods, engaged couples should be so squeamish about diagrams of the genital organs, or of words like "cervix". I thought our culture was supposed to have been sexually "liberated"! And yet, one friend told me that she learned more about her own reproductive system from the introduction to a book on Natural Family Planning than she had from all the health and biology classes she'd taken in high school and college. That's a sign that we're not really talking about sex in a way that's accessible to all and freeing for the human person. If we want sexual liberation, I suggest we start with a self-critique of our own contradictions. I suggest that with sex, as with every other area of our lives, we begin with a clear understanding of reality.

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25 June 2009

Icons and ikons


Today saw the passing into the netherworld of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. May God grant eternal rest to them, and let his perpetual light shine upon them. May they, and all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.


I was not really a fan of either, though I loved Charlie's Angels in syndication as a kid, and cannot imagine a world without Jackson's music. They both, each in his/her own way, defined a time in history by stepping beyond what was thought to be possible. Today, Fawcett's trademark hair is considered a prime example of camp, and Jackson's signature dance moves inspire as much mockery as nostalgia; but at the time, they set these people apart as belonging almost to another world, to a stellar Olympian realm which graced us mere mortals with glimpses of transcendent glory.

In this way, they played a quasi-religious role in American and even global culture. They became a window through which we viewed the heavenly realms -- even if those heavenly realms are notoriously deceptive and illusory. They gave their fans an experience of transcendence, of connection to something beyond themselves and beyond their experience of the world. They provided a kind of hope for something greater than this life of fear mixed with pleasure and suffering mingled with joy.

So it's no surprise that crowds are assembling en masse to honor and to mourn and to try to sort out what to do next. For those whose lives have been defined by Jackson and/or by Fawcett, a pillar in the temple of their worldview has toppled, and the whole structure shudders. It would be as if all the copies of the Bible were suddenly lost; or as if overnight the United States adopted a Marxist constitution. The question arises for many: what is left to define my life? what is my foundation? what is truly sacred?


I'm tempted either to say nothing more, or to ramble on for pages. But I will simply say this: I pray that the experiences of glory they gave to so many people will open minds and hearts to the far greater glory and joy found in Jesus Christ. This is the reason Christians of all ages have created works of art, and often depicting saints or Christ himself: to give us a window to the splendor of the heavenly realms, a glimpse of divine transcendence. And God is never absent from any experience of heaven.

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24 June 2009

Great Moments in Musical History

This brings back so many memories.
No, I won't tell you which ones.


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23 June 2009

Edumacation

For the moment, I'm making a little cash babysitting for some friends. Their eldest just turned three, and they've got him going to a preschool. But school days are coming, and they're wondering ... what to do?

Meanwhile, some other friends of mine, who home-school according to what is billed as a "classical" education, suddenly became concerned when the stumbled upon this article on a site which advertises a really truly purely "classical" education. It blasts home-school curricula that are based on an article Dorothy Sayers wrote sometime in the last millennium.

I wasn't aware of Sayers' influence on home-schooling curricula, or on the idea of "classical" education generally. I suspect that she would have been more exacting had she been writing an actual curriculum, rather than an op-ed article. At the very least, it's clear that her critic has not learned the art of humor.

Anyway, the value of a "classical" education is not in its age or pedigree, but in its ability to teach the art of thinking clearly. Better, an education should form a child to use his/her gifts and skills as an adult. Doesn't matter if you use a brand spanking new method or the same method that frustrated Socrates -- the goal is for the child to learn. What the "classical" method has to recommend it is simply that it has been tested through time. But it suffers from the drawback of not actually being a "method."

See, "method" itself is a recent concept, being invented in the so-called Enlightenment and associated with the moniker "scientific" in order to denigrate the forms and arts of medieval and ancient learning. Medievals and ancients didn't have a "method of education." They had a way of life, and their kids grew up into that way of life and learned what they needed to fit in there. And Rome had a different way of life (and therefore what we'd call "pedagogy" or "method of education") than Athens did, and different again from what Jerusalem had, and from Beijing, etc.

My take on the whole dilemma is that the biggest problem with education today is that we've focused so much on "method" that we've forgotten the two most important parts of education: the person who is learning, and the world that person is learning about. This is one big benefit of home-schooling, I think: it pays a great deal of attention to the individual student and to his/her particular gifts and needs. It also has the potential to introduce the student to the actual world that he/she will be living and working and making a life in as an adult.

I don't want to bash "method" altogether, or basic curriculum or pedagogy. I simply want to put it in its proper place: at the service of the actual student, not as a mold to fit students into whether they fit nicely or not. No unique individual fits any mold very well, and molds (or models) only really work to give general outlines or ideals to aim for. They aren't suited to actual concrete situations.

Okay, I'm off the soapbox ... for now.

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Back on the trail

So, thanks to techno-issues, I've been off-line a bit longer than I expected. But I'm back, more or less, now. Thanks for your patience ... those of you who actually read this blog.
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10 June 2009

Temporary hiatus

I'll be on the road and off-line for the next week or so. Life has been rather somewhat busy of late anyway. But I hope to return to semi-regular blogging soon.
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05 June 2009

To all parents, and all who deal with children

Dawn Eden points out a good resource on helping children learn safe behaviors and avoid abusers.
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Not Alone

One rather large aspect of my life at the moment is that I'm discerning a vocation to religious life. For anyone outside Catholic circles, and even many within Catholic circles, this translates to: I'm trying to sort out whether I ought to be a part of a community vowed to lifelong prayer and service in the Church. Even more explicitly, I'm trying to figure out if that's what God is asking me to do.

There are lots of issues and questions (and sub-issues and sub-questions) involved here, and I expect it will take at least a year to work through it all. I don't want to get too personal here -- I'm not blogging to bare my soul to the world or anything. But I do want to "share the fruit of my contemplation" in hopes that it might help others who are asking similar questions.

The first thing I want to note, though, is that most people I talk to about major life decisions tend to give advice like, "You have to follow your own heart," or, "Don't worry about what anyone else thinks." And there's a certain truth in that. But I've discovered that I don't have to stop there. My heart, my mind, my loves and desires -- all these are only one aspect of discovering where I belong in the world. I've also discovered, much to my joy and relief, that there are some ways my friends and family know me better than I know myself. When I'm utterly confused, at a loss for which way to go, I know I can turn to them and find answers.

Most of the time, they don't have explicit or direct answers waiting for me. Instead, they sort of hold up a mirror to me so that I can see myself more clearly, so that I can see my surroundings from a different perspective. They ask questions about my questions, and help me to understand exactly what it is I'm asking in the first place. And yes, once in a while, they give me some piece of actual advice, which I either take or reject. In all of this, they are helping me to become more myself. And that's what discernment is all about: becoming who God made me to be in the first place.

It's a huge relief to me, seeing that I don't have to navigate this foggy chaos alone. I may not always have guides, but I certainly have companions. These companions are gifts to me from God, and sometimes messengers of his voice.

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03 June 2009

So wrong it's right

The new archbishop of Omaha, NE is ... wait for it ...

George Lucas.

I kid you not. Check out the Archdiocesan website.

Oh, did you think I was talking about that George Lucas?

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Newman: Morality 101

My only business is to ascertain what I am, in order to put it to use. ... My first elementary duty is that of resignation to the laws of my nature, whatever they are; my first disobedience is to be impatient at what I am, and to indulge an ambitious aspiration after what I cannot be, to cherish a distrust of my powers, and to desire to change laws which are identical with myself. (John Henry Newman, Grammar of Assent, II.9.1)
Photo by Bonnie Burton.I've spent a great deal of my life trying to become a Jedi Knight. When most of my peers were struggling with the existence of Santa Claus (in whom I never believed), I was instead wondering why I wasn't able to "influence" minds and levitate distant objects. My eventual realization that the Jedi are entirely fictional crushed also my capacity for faith in religion and in any kind of truth whatsoever. To this day, I still catch myself asking, "Why should I believe this?" whenever I face anyone's assertion of some truth or fact.

The problem lies, not in the stars -- however much I would like to blame Lucas for my malady -- but in myself believing that I was a star. My shrink calls this "grandiosity", which is I guess a more politically correct term for "megalomania". I'm constantly striving to be something that I'm not, and when I fail to live up to my fictional and outrageous expectations I consider my attempts and my entire life to be a failure. In fact, my only real failure is to accept reality as it is: to accept myself as God made me to be.

Since I can't accept myself, or (as Newman puts it) since I am impatient with what I am and distrust my powers, aspiring after other powers, I'm often off base when it comes to figuring out the world around me. This makes interacting with other people, well, interesting, to put it politely. I frequently misunderstand fairly simple statements. I usually interpret somebody talking about their own life as if they were talking about mine. Someone says, "I wish I were more organized," and I reply, "Hey, I'll clean up my mess when I'm good and ready, so get off my back!"

The solution is, obviously, to face reality. But would you trust somebody who thought the Jedi were real to figure out what's real and what's not? Would you trust someone who believed in Santa? Okay, so we're in the same boat, then. I guess that's why I don't judge too harshly people who believe that the Republicans really will bring an end to bloated and/or immoral government, or that the Democrats really will eliminate poverty or social injustice. They're appealing fantasies. I'd love to believe them, too -- except that I've learned my lesson. There are no Jedi, there is no Chosen One to bring balance to the Force. There's only us: a bunch of people who are, more or less, out of touch with reality.

This is the lesson I take from Newman, and from my own experience: if I act based on a false idea of what's real, then I'm going to end up doing stupid or even horribly harmful things. So my first duty, the basis of all my moral decisions, has to be to check out what's really real. That's more effort than I usually want to expend, and I often don't have time to sort out every last aspect of the situation I have to deal with. But I do the best I can, and I try to learn from my mistakes. I try to take a step closer to reality.

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02 June 2009

Great moments in musical history

Do I love you or do I hate you? You decide for yourself:


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